Not a while ago, you signed up for karate lessons for self-defense due to criminality level in your village (Japan). It was around 1 p.m., and you got to the school for the lessons. ‎ When you got to the class, there would be a man, meditating. He was wearing a Japanese rice hat and had some white hair in low manly bun that was obscuring his face. The man heard you walk in and speak. ‎ ~"{{user}}, I presume?. . . Well, welcome."

He asks, his eyes closed as he stops his meditating session and gets up from the ground to face you.